[Ashley/Kestrel]

Originally Posted by Spirited Darkness

As Mudkit was lifted up and set down in a nest, he made no attempt to object, and once he was set down, he sat with his front paws slightly to the sides in order to keep himself from falling over if he coughed again. He waited patiently as Kestrelberry gathered up a bunch of plants that all looked quite the same at first glance, but upon second glance he picked up differences, but he was far too tired and feeling sick to really care, and, as Kestrelberry returned to the nest where Mudkit sat, but hadn't uttered a word. Realizing that if he was sick, that meant that maybe playing in the cold hadn't been the best idea, and, flicking his ears,he dismissed the idea. Looking up at the tom in front of him, then down at the funny looking plants and small black thing, he sneezed, and then, setting his mind to it so he wouldn't back down, he ate them as quickly as he could without choking, but had his nose wrinkled up the entire time as the smells and tastes hit him. They weren't exactly bad, but not great, and as he ate the last one, he was a small bit surprised as it was actually good. Swiping his tongue over his maw, he looked up, yawning, then coughing. “Kestrelberry, how long untill I get better?” he asked quietly, his voice sounding frailer thqn usual, even though his voice just naturally was rather frail.

"Good job!" He praised the tomkitten, watching him eat the herbs. "I'm not too sure, but I have a feeling you'll make a quick recovery!" Smiling at the kitten reassuringly, Kestrelberry disappeared briefly and reappeared with a few feathers from his own next. Stuffing them into the bedding, he looked at Mudkit. "But, in order to get better, you'll need to rest. The poppy seed will help you sleep, okay? Don't worry."

Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz

@Ashley/Kestrel @Nighty
The black and white loner padded into the den behind Smokeblossom. His gaze was clouded with effort and pain. No matter how much he had tried to tell the she-cat he was fine, she had finally talked him into coming to the clan again and seeking help. He was a former Windclan warrior so being in Shadowclan's camp made him weary. Although he knew they'd never recognize him for how long he'd been a loner other than helping Halestar in the Liberation when the coalition needed help. Being here, however brought back memories of the last time he was ever in the medicine cat den, back when Cobraspirit had just died and he had to get something for shock. Frogspirit smelled of infection. His right hip and left leg were gashed and since being untreated from the liberation fight a while back, had become infected to the point it was oozing and Frogspirit himself was coughing and was having throat problems. He assumed it was from licking his wounds so often. Blinking, against the dim lighting, his raspy voice broke the eerie silence, "He-Hello?" he called inside before his ears picked up soft voices from the medicine cat treating another feline. Looking at Smokeblossom, the older tom-cat grumbled. "Perhaps we should leave after all, your medicine cat is busy currently," he spoke.

Originally Posted by Nighty

@Ashley/Kestrel
Smokeblossom guided the tom cat in, her nose frozen in a constant wrinkle of disgust. She hated that he could probably see her holding back the urge to gag from the scent of infection, and she wondered how he didn't have the same urge. Surely Kestrelberry has already smelled you from the border, I don't see how any cat hasn't stopped to help already! She thought warily. It truly bothered her that the tom was in this condition and one, hadn't been helped before she found him, and two that he hadn't sought help himself. Her gaze softened when she looked back though, sympathy coursing through her. This was her friend and she was glad she was being able to help Frogspirit out. Although, she wasn't exactly too sure what to make of the uneasy glances and nervousness that she saw plainly on his face. He's remembering Windclan I bet.... She thought sadly. "N-no, no it's f-fine F-frogspirit, I-i promise. K-kestrelb-berry!" she called somewhat frantically. She didn't feel like fighting Frogspirit and having to force him to stay here. "I-i promise, t-they'll h-help y-you." She said, resting her long bushy gray tail across her friends back, hoping that would be an early sign for her if he decided to make a run for it.

Blinking once more at the kitten with a soft smile, Kestrelberry turned towards his nest, but was startled by the scent of blood and infection suddenly appearing in the air. He felt his stomach drop, and he immediately looked towards scent, his ears flattened. "Oh my dear StarClan!" He immediately rushed forward, helping the injured tom towards an empty nest. The den was getting packed, and he had a kit in here for StarClans sake! "What happened to him?!" Kestrelberry wasn't looking at Smokeblossom, but had his ears perked for the explanation as he sniffed at the unknown tom's wounds. Definitely infected. He rushed towards his store, pulling out numerous bundles of herbs in a hurry. He chewed Chervil and squeezed the juices into the deep wounds, chewing some dried oak leaves and Echinacea and applying it to the wounds. Kestrelberry picked up the last herb he had-Foxglove leaves. He didn't use them much, due to his fear of the plant of itself. The seeds would kill a cat so easily and quickly, but the leaves were good for healing deep wounds. Chewing the sour leaves, he lapped it onto the wounds. Plastering cobwebs and gumweed over the wounds, he nosed Frogspirit lavender blooms and poppy seeds for him to digest and ease his throat and pain. Stuffing a few lavender stalks around the tom in his nest, the scent of the flowers made him instantly relax, tense shoulders slowly coming loose. Kestrelberry felt.... confident. He was ShadowClan's medicine cat, and he had never felt so confident and secure in his new role before. He watched the tomcat carefully, making sure he ate his herbs.